Subliminal White Trash

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Location: Burlington, Ontario, Canada

After graduating high school in 1995 with a significant amount of embarrassingly cliched emotional baggage, Kevin "Subliminal White Trash" Pearce made his way to Toronto in a perfectly understandable attempt to outrun his past. After encountering many similarly desperate and stubbornly eccentric people, Kevin found his way into the acting and spoken word scenes. With an amazing and almost inhuman effort, Kevin somehow negotiated through his self destructive tendencies on his way to finding some kind of second rate enlightenment in his strange little world of reckless, impulsive creativity. After spending three years in Toronto, Kevin decided to return to the suburbs in order to preserve his diminishing supply of mental health. Sometimes he even thinks it was the right decision.

Saturday, November 30, 2019

New Writing - An Ongoing Post

A Manifesto
Always exaggerate your accomplishments.
Learn new ways to finance your sex drive.
Run around screaming in your underwear.
Be a legend with empty words.
A dollar store magician.
Get off on mindless repetition.
Adopt a sewer rat disposition.
Shake a homeless person's hand.
Look all sexy in a dog collar.
Practice bondage to avoid a personal crisis.
You cool ass muffin stud kinda guy!
Tell your girlfriend to keep hitting on me.

Enjoy a heartless moment.
Find a new motive for your vacant messiah.
Experiment with deviant thought output.
Adapt or face an ugly extinction.
Master the art of progressive redundancy.
The news anchor is talking to you.
Cheat death or let death cheat you.
Don't get all funky with me yet.
Liquidate all mental assets.
Read carefully crafted trash.
Wonder why you're in a stranger's bed.
Play with your belly button until it hurts.
Solve the equation of your survival instinct.
Hold that thought and put it in concrete.
Don't use your ideas to train corporate executives.
Drop a rose down an outhouse toilet.
Have a panic attack and blame it on Jesus.
Recognize that gambling is also a solution.
Let everything fall apart just before the climax.

I chill so hard I shiver until I have a seizure.
I chill so hard I have icicles hanging from my armpits.
I chill so hard I wear ten layers and a winter jacket in the summer.
I chill so hard I make thermometers explode.
I chill so hard I make chillin seem boiling hot.
I chill so hard I turn the ocean into a skating rink.

I chill so hard I melt icebergs with my eyes.
I chill so hard I reverse global warming.
I chill so hard I have nuclear winter on the tip of my tongue.


Pack a suitcase and say hi to the messenger of confusing rhetoric.
I jumped through a mirror and found myself.
I am a fast food visionary.
I wear illusions like thrift store clothing.
I state the obvious so I can relate with most people.
My mind ejaculates when I see a clever billboard.
I give talks at amateur heartbreak conventions.
I use rotten foreskins to plug my ears around people who talk about their parasitic lawyers.
I train spies to check up on talented street preachers.
I once met a woman who couldn't decide whether to worship me or kill me.
It would make perfect sense if your God saw a psychiatrist or perhaps a dominatrix.
Pharmaceutical companies own the rights to my DNA.
The course on mating rituals will resume after your latest abortion.
You remind me of a mad scientist who only deals in violent orgasms.
I develop ridiculous procedures for plastic surgery addicts.
I wrote my master's thesis on the subliminal effects of elevator music.
I specialize in derangement of the senses. Now obey me and chew on some broken glass.
I once saw an expert violinist. It was torture.
If I pretend to like your TV shows will you shut your mouth?
I once had a dream that I watched a junkie chew his lips off while stabbing himself with dirty needles.
I always treasure the most absurd moment of my day.
to be continued...

A Confused Contemplation

A time unto itself
Holding steady
Being ready
Feel the moment like a skin
Let your imagination in
Does it have a glow
Or is the reasoning too slow
We're not getting wasted out of our minds
And giving others hard times
Do your bones and flesh mesh?
Can your brain adapt to pain?
More smiles than trials?
This is not who you are.
This is what you have to be
to survive in this place.
Your failures a constant mantra
humming in your head
Putting you at the front of the line
to eventually join the dead
You don't have the right answers
It's always the slaves who make the best dancers
You have to appreciate absurdity or you will lose focus
You are the person you have been warned about
Hardly an advertisement for life
Does it look cold in the heart when the brave run?
Your problem is you're not having any fun!


What's new in a world that doesn't care about everything?
Who's nothing hoping for something?
Who's nothing getting nothing in return?
Who's nothing spending everything?
Who's everything caring about nothing?
Who's getting it higher up seeing everything?
Who's giving up a few things to spend on people?
Who's saying what counts?
Who's using it up?
Who plans for the future?
Who is trapped by the past?
Who wins at all costs?
Who loses everything?
Who dreams with innocence?
Who stays haunted?
Who is assimilated by society?
Who stands alone?

Automatic Deliberations

Obscene inconveniences mimic shamelessness.
Rehearsing Performance Art funerals.
Burning beyond a melting sunset.
Costly disposal of drugstore obsessions.
Dying hearts through meat addiction.
Undisciplined DNA copying.
Dream removal surgeries.
Vaccines for tempting fate.
Meaningless religious rhetoric consumption.
Expense account criminal uprising.
Inhuman levels of unimaginable chaos.
Imitating subliminal hypnosis forgeries.
Confused frenzies of mindless consumption.
Predatory sexual deviance equations.

Enhanced metabolism prolonging orgasms.
Mandatory chemical castration therapy.
"I was just following orders."
Ugly parades of indescribable martyrdom.
Cowardly theft of empty promises.

Abandon your fantasies
and choke on my reality.
Deception offers you protection.
Suck back a little darkness.
Don't be seduced by the casual condemnations
of the common man.
A faded puzzle missing too many pieces.
Grasping at truth in a desolate landscape.
A simple, cliched product of a
confused, diseased culture.
Media scum will wipe that smile off your face.
My desires are selfish and greedy as well
but I am not ashamed by them.
Leave behind your dying intellect
although it is suitable for mass consumption.
Another empty burial ritual for all to see.
Leave me naked and vulnerable for another day.
Take my humble offering of complete surrender.
It's the best deal going.
Leave the rest of us in paralyzed silence.

You have worshipped ugliness your whole life.
Ugly thoughts.
Ugly deeds.
Ugly sins.
Surrounded and condemned by ugliness.
Don't you want something beautiful?

procedure dulls the senses

5 short poems

Dreaming about the dead
Grief that never dies
In death all faults forgiven
Purity beyond truth and lies
Now just neverending praise
For those magical nights
Despite deeply troubled days
This ruthless fire in the dark
Has no problem leaving its mark

Brain going through labour pains.
Send help.
I always question my purpose.
Anticipating reoccuring minor tragedies.
A ghostly mist.
The movement of darkness.
The night licks my wounds clean.
I told you to leave quietly
and take your impenetrable ego with you.
Don't bother apologizing.
You always revert to your former self.
When you exit a room
you leave something rotten
in my emotional landscape.

Love is a way of asking
for help.
It's more dangerous
that way.

Sad World
In a sad world
What do you see?
In a sad world
In a sad world
Who do you want to be?
In a sad world
Love is still free.
In a sad world
Progress begins with me.

Nothing Connects

Like many,
you have been hardened
by the thought
of an ugly death
Surrender to the disease
Join the herd
You always fall for the
prettiest girl at the funeral
when the lazy anarchy
of your intuition
fails you again.
I feel your pain
and leave plenty of space
for my own.

Destruction of the Predictable.
Observing from a safe distance.
Grasping at truth in a desolate landscape.
A product of a lazy, confused culture.
No need to protest the abundance of intellect paralysis.
You need consent just to breathe around here.
Media hysteria scum perpetuating a delusional concept of life.
Keep reproducing to destroy any possible progress.
Analyzing patterns of population control.
Worship at the alter of controlled extinction.
Take yourself off the grid. A confident vanishing act.
Nobody will forgive you for your twisted upbringing.
Flirting with heavy sedation to escape your plastic existence.
What has your conflicted ego really taught you?
Nothing but an empty burial ritual on display for all to see.
Finding peace on this matter is just beyond possible.
Seduced by the inevitable casual condemnation.
It's time to confess that you have no control over your destiny.

Time to Confess

Pregnant with uncertainty
No promise of safety
Slowly fall into ruin
Declarations of the merciless
Neediness clouds ambition
Slavery to emptiness gossip
Judge character not ancestry
Get back in line
You are spoiling the ceremony
Betrayed in a crowded room
No punishment for slander
Loud admiration follows
Desire overcomes need to sleep
Half dead eyes
Too many obstacles towards fate
Foolishly taunting eternity
Even failure has advantages
Now wait your turn


Mindless loitering down the path of least resistance.
Perpetual emancipation craving the latest pleasure principle.
Growing trends of censorship victimize donors of simple regret.
Political ambitions eulogize ethical practices.
Another selfish dreamer with conditional living debt unpaid.
A tragedy without a witness narrowly escapes the honesty of a noose.
Even a genius needs some kind of ritual.
Wrathful praise or victorious rhetoric?
Don't undersell your spontaneous urges.
Typical societal deviations moderate curious satirical condemnation of literary delusions.
I'm not denying you your right to satisfy those delusions however selfish, greedy and unreasonable.
Applause meter high when celebrating an escape from the ordinary.
Addicted to many forms of power both clever and obscure.
The heaviest burden would be desire approval.
"Do everything they won't expect."
Social perspectives obsessed with moral purpose analysis.

Enhanced execution techniques for tortured minds mastering all the destruction disciplines.
Preacher's messenger dead by media protector assassin.
There was no evidence.
"Congratulations on a flawless funeral."

Congratulations on playing it safe
for the popular vote.
Good luck restoring order.
Give me a useful argument.
Make it a bit dangerous.
Something a little less boring and cliched.
Be a worthy adversary not a dreamer.
Accept all judgment and criticism.
I couldn't give a shit about your moral sanctity.
I calmly reject all compromise
including your inflated opinion of the common man.
It's too easy to attack your moral influences.
Your virtue of style over substance.
Clinging to a worn out sanctum.
Still trying to make the truth look attractive?
Don't forget about the radicals and reactionaries.
Do they deserve atonement for their blasphemy?
In your eyes a tragedy best swept under the rug.
The air reeks of sweat and acceptable perversions.
A bit late for egotistical errors.
The Department of Censorship completes its cleansing.
The Propaganda Machine takes its prisoners.
Stealing innocent flesh on the expense account assembly line.
Any sympathy for those of us close to the gutter?
How long until the enemies computer systems will be fully armed?
What the hell just happened?
Will you be able to stomach the violence?
Or just bow out and return to the cheapseats?


An impressive conviction to manipulate the ordinary into something with genuine grace while destroying order.
A sense of purpose hungry for honest confession and inspired innovation.
Success and failure so ridiculously close together it takes time to understand the difference.
Stop generalizing your opportunities and make a versatile and artistic statement.
The ludicrous rhythm of daily life, making beggars of overworked and malignant minds.
Simple instruction in the disposal of the mediocre.
Intellectual curiosity of the uncompromised and exaggerated view of self-importance.
I'd rather be a victim of eloquent envy rather than any kind of depth analysis.
The effortless escape from melodramatic societal pressures.
You are nothing more than a temporary thematic relationship to me.
A memorable formulation of social doctrines designed to ruin formulaic redundancy.
The full treatment precise yet becomes a perfectly absurd weakness somewhere in the translation.
The dynamics increase and diminish depending on those who want a profitable legacy or a lack of need for influence.

A Curious Rhetoric

Desire a useful means of intellect extortion.
Strategize your escape from common misery.
Admitting to your faults a means of sacred confession.
Manipulate your greatest fears.
No sense in needless suffering.
Forbidden truths won't survive the test anyway.
Pay the penalty on this reality project and visit impossible worlds.
A reckless devotion to the latest aphrodisiac.
Get out of your mind and into your libido.
An arbitrary decision on this matter could be dangerous.
At least try to make it look sexy.
Just make sure you respect the deadline.
Be obscure. Be a selfish dreamer.

Do anything to forget your greatest crime.
You had your chance to save someone.
You failed.
Now you're stuck in a crowded room with the unmistakable ambience of death.
Good luck with that.

The Need for Solitude

You are a constant invasion
of my privacy.
Envy by association.
I have no patience for
weak minded enthusiasm.
Their must be people in your life
that are easier to fool.
I don't have time.
I am consumed by
primitive literary purpose.
The heaviest burden my own
predatory judgments.
Let me have my illusions
even if they don't always 

advocate truth.
More of a precise deconstruction
of stereotypical moral influences.
You won't persuade me to
abandon my focus.
You won't collide with my
modest achievements.

Note: Written in 1998 but severely edited.
Boy slips in and out of dimensions.
Father acts with extreme prejudice.
Family appears to be on drugs.
Cops can't do their job.
Boy acts borderline psychotic.
Girl possibly psychotic.
Dad spreads his lies.
TV on. News anchor senile, possibly psychotic.
Boy's defense mechanisms eroding.
Boy a strange victim scapegoat.
Bartender possibly on drugs or psychotic.
Strange interlude.
Town comes together. Madness ensues.
Clown acts homicidal.
Boy's mind on trial.
Commercials feature cute, greedy psychotic kids.
Commercials for movie are surreal, violent and psychotic.
Preacher clearly psychotic.
Musical pieces of air.
Girl ponders relationship to the universe.
Girl attempts to destroy superego.
Boy finds loophole in his mind.
Man gently guides the hands of a reluctant victim.
Rampant paranoia.
God moves through the bowels of the mind.
Boy threatens tongue, other parts of anatomy.
Bartender possibly controlled by alien force.
Goddamn memory lapse.
Jesus narrates through plastic bubble.
Mother attempts to teach family values, fails.
Exploding haircuts.
Girl drowning in mediocrity.
Boy fades in and out of dimensions.
Boy manipulates logic.
Boy sleeps in graveyard.
Family clearly psychotic.
Existence barely tolerable.
Too much fear.
Neighbour threatens the universe.
Boy rides out of town on decrepit mule.
The End.

Curious Desire

Just relax
Translate your heart to me
Tell me what you need
Stop sabotaging your dreams
Your emotional anarchy is only sometimes useful
You are too good at keeping your intentions dressed in code
I want the walls to come down
Your world somehow excites me
It brings back remnants of childhood enthusiasm
Assimilate me into your confusion
Be free
Be honest with me
Be who you want to be
Just don’t overwhelm me
Sometimes I feel nothing


Where are all the goldfish?!? I am insane goddamnit! I'm tired of tuna! I want to fry up some goldfish! I want to terrify your children! I want a goddamn hot air balloon! I am living in a manufactured reality! I am the best judge of character in the universe! The skeleton's in my closet pile up at an unfortunate rate! How do I keep cheating death?!? I want to tattoo your face with the cover of People Magazine! I want to worship your psychiatrist! I have responsibility issues! I want to beat a corpse with a pillow! I want to eat a candle! I want to pretend to understand jazz and the environment! I want to shame you into admitting you're a shallow asshole! I want to burn your mortgage papers! I want to rob a bank with your dildo! I want to lick your whole body until I pass out from dehydration! I want to shave your head and eat your hair then drink a bottle of your expensive shampoo! I want to make a movie about your womb! I want to burn down your yoga studio! And then I will calmly find solace in the arms of a ten dollar hooker. Sigh. Where are all the goldfish?!?

A Sad Song
I'm a fat, drunk slob
with no wife and no job
I can't pry myself out of my chair
and I'm losing all my hair
I feel like I got left behind
My silent oblivion so unkind
Music helps me get through the day
but these fucking demons won't go away
The nights are long
and my will just isn't that strong
Trapped in memories of an aimless life
filled with missed opportunities and strife
Seems a bed empty of passion
never goes out of fashion
So to hell with this song
I ain't gonna last long
Everything I do turns out wrong
and there's nowhere I belong


“Tell me a bit about your crimes.”
“Well. I beat down eight cops but the ninth took me down. Still pissed off about that. Cracked three safes in one day. Only got caught for one. Keep that between us. Stole a few rigs. A few high speed chases. That’s always a blast. Robbed the Girl Guides. Love those cookies. Beat an old man down with his cane. I forget why. Pissed on a Crossing Guard. Assaulted a bunch of kindergarten kids. Uttering death threats to my Grandma. It made sense at the time. I could go on but my memory is fucked.”
“Ok. Do you have a drug or alcohol problem?”
“Wouldn’t consider it a problem. Love boozing. Any drugs. Weed, etc...”
“Do you use it for pain or recreational purposes?”
“I use it to get high as fuck. Nothing beats heroin though. If I had to say what I’m most passionate about in life it would be heroin. Followed closely by crack. Can’t get enough. Love that shit.”
“What kind of job are you looking for?”
“Something that will keep me out of jail.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
“Janitor? Back in jail. Factory work? Lock me up. I was thinking maybe an ice cream truck. Pretty sure that would keep me on the right side of the law.”
“Well that’s a very specific request. I will see what I can do. Don’t count on it though. We will meet in a week to talk more about this.”
“Ok. Just keep me out of jail. That’s all I ask. Don’t make me go rob a liquor store. That’s on my bucket list.”
“I see. I will do my best. I hope that’s good enough.”

TEXTING CONVERSATION - for all your LOL friends.
“Hey man, what you up to?”
“Leaving for groceries soon."
“LOL! I just got back from groceries!”
“Really. What you up to tonight?”
“Going to my dad’s for dinner then to my cousin’s to watch the game and pound some beers! Get all hammed up! LOL. You watching the game?”
“I’ve told you many times I hardly ever watch hockey.”
“Oh yeah! LOL. You rocking beers tonight?”
“No. You know I only drink on Friday.”
“LOL. I should have remembered that!”
“Yes. You should have.”
“We hanging out on Friday dude? Say yes. LOL”
“Yes. I thought we already covered this.”
“Just making sure dude! LOL. I think the Leafs could go all the way this year man! LOL”
“I really doubt that.”
“LOL! You gotta believe man!”
“I believe in realism. Not hype.”
“LOL! You gotta support the team man!”
“No I don’t actually. If I did I’d be consistently disappointed.”
“LOL! I guess you’re not a hockey fan then.”
“Not really. I prefer football.”
“LOL! All those dudes take steroids man!”
“I don’t care. It’s fun to watch the playoffs.”
“LOL! Yeah. I guess. I can’t get into it. LOL.”
“Whatever. I’m not asking you too.”
“LOL! Good call man! How’s the writing going?”
“Pretty well. I’ve been inspired a lot lately.”
“LOL! That’s awesome! I love your writing! That’s some deep shit! LOL”
“Thanks. Listen. You’ve texted me LOL well over a dozen times. If you were really laughing out loud you would have had a fucking stroke by now. Nothing I’m saying is funny. It’s getting way out of control. Do something about it.”
“C’mon man! LOL. It’s all jokes dude!”
“No it’s not. I’m trying to have a serious conversation.”
“You gotta lighten up man. LOL.”
“No I don’t. You have to upgrade your vocabulary. LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL Do you get it yet? It doesn't mean anything.”
“Hilarious dude! Can’t wait to hang out! Pound some beers! LOL:”
“Ok. I gotta get groceries. Talk Friday. Ease up on the LOL.”
“Yeah, man. Maybe I should! LOL”
“Ok. Enough. Goodbye.”
“Don’t forget to eat healthy. My mom says that LOL.”
“Ok. Fuck off.”

"Are you out of your mind?"
"Often. Yes."
"What? Are you stupid or something?"
"Sometimes I make stupid decisions."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm answering your questions."
"No. You're being an IDIOT."
"Some people might say that. I disagree."
"What are you some kind of joker?"
"No. I have a very bleak, obscure sense of humour. Most people don't like it."
"I don't like you."
"I can accept that. Sometimes I don't like myself."
"I should smack the shit out of you."
"Why? I'm answering your questions."
"You're being an ASSHOLE."
"Not my intention. Just trying to be honest."
"Where the hell do you get off talking to me like that?"
"I usually get off in my room. Alone."
"You are one step away from a beating."
"Please don't hit me. I'm fragile."
"Shut up. Get the hell away from me."
"Gladly. Have a nice day sir."
"Go to hell you wiseass punk."
"I'm leaving as fast as I can."

Monday, July 31, 2017

New Poems


A Certain Path
Truth distorts its way through time
Reality gives into truth
Do it for the comfort of others
Do it to satisfy yourself
I want to create glory in our connection
I can’t cheat myself of this perfect adventure
It is beyond words
Don't turn it into an endless cycle of indifference
They could be farming out this ideal
A risk you take when you meet a stranger
Forgive yourself for your past resentment
Don’t suffocate on mundane principles of old
Create a wholesome intellect of the new you
Visualize a romance and then dive right in
Process your credibility into ecstacy!


Where is your youthful ambition?
You sit on a park bench
and watch neglected children 
imitating barbarians
You stare as if lobotomized
As if one too many hardships
ruined your faith’s protection
Like you have nothing to confess
besides the failure of your revolution years
and the obsolete language of your memories

True Freedom
Move past time
Past the individual self
It's out of style now
Begging to be forgotten
See past it
Move past it
Find that place with no limits
A world brand new
An endless ocean of pure imagination
Thoughts hit like tidal waves
Ride the currents of bliss
Find that perfect elixir
that renders time useless
All channels set to meaning
in its purest form
The heart of everything
Prison flesh abolished
Everything is attainable

We don’t trade in words
We trade in silence
I let your face do the talking
I will be a witness to your fate
Your dilemma won’t be cured by love
There is no logic to what you want
You don’t fit in with your concept of life
Your absurdity is no longer an alien concept
This densely populated area is weighing on you
Nothing turns you on like solemn rituals
A prison shower
A hospital bed check
A funeral procession
Your wild imagination come to life
A smile on your face

Do the religious consume the lives they create?
Memories blast through my head like bullets.
The roots run deep. 
Is every prayer at its core ripe with fear?
What does it mean to be blessed?
Is it a feeling or an entitlement?
Perhaps both.
Does it change the way you feel about loneliness?
Most still starve for praise.
Flesh and mind awash with gluttony.
I deny this strange language.
However, I do not judge.
Life so frail.
Death so final.
There is no comfort here.
Time to create our own.
I don’t laugh enough
I don’t get enough fibre
I’m confused about what toothpaste and shampoo to buy
I don’t appreciate nature enough
I worry about my thought process
I sometimes neglect my hygiene
I hate everything about the winter
I should visit my Grandma more
I smoke too many cigarettes
I don’t get many style points
I elaborate on things compulsively to avoid boredom
I believe there is great comedy in incompetence and failure
I inherited a dead man’s uniforms at work
I find shame to be obscene.
I think it is healthy to remain completely incomplete
I obsess over things I have no control over

I have never been in the back of a police car
One of my problems is that I'm too obedient
Sometimes I wish I had a new identity
The best and worst weapon is language

There's an intimacy to the lies I tell myself that needs to be protected
When I’m not at home my phone is my enemy
The idea of destiny only sometimes makes sense
My memory sometimes eludes me
Sometimes my mental errors are costly
My intellect works only around certain people
Sometimes it is useless trying to explain myself
to be continued...

In Transition
Sleep fighting the horizon
An education of desire in dreams
Aimless dusty roads a hopeless disguise
Searching for a mesmerizing force
An elegant energy
Memory fighting the moment
What a tragic confession!
Relationship 1998
Her words entered my mind like lightning
and echoed like an avalanche
I had never known someone who could bury me
with words so easily
I knew there was no equality between us
and she would always win
My love was my failure
but I can't help who I am
or what she made me become
My words were powerless to reconcile
My best weapon
A Manifesto
I like to think my wounds are confident and strong as I think of those who betrayed me. Yet sometimes overwhelmed by too many endings and not enough beginnings. Nothing holds up to the beauty of imagination. In my dreams I am floating not sinking. As long as I am honest with myself I can live freely. Sometimes love is a game we play to entertain ourselves. Sometimes the prisoner gets revenge just for the sake of honour. Often times I am exhausted by my desires and shame myself with deadly accuracy. Do you see the light in the darkness or the darkness in light? I relate to the vacancy of your primitive impulses. The code in your language says more than you think. You wear your society camouflage poorly. I use abstract thought like surgery on your brain. All the silences that fill the void are forgotten.


I want it all and I want it now.
I've kept quiet long enough.
This is not a negotiation.
This has nothing to do with you.
I deserve some measure of solitude.
You are high on the waiting list
to be disqualified from the human race.
Surrounded by monuments celebrating
your monumental ignorance.
There is no healing you.
I was wrong.
It's always about you.
I secretly hate your indifference.
I was once an innocent man.
Now I risk everything.


Where is fear?
I have a score to settle
I want my life back
I want to find that bastard
I want to beat it dead
Then piss on it
Watch its brains
drip into the sewer
Send it to some kind of hell
While I calmly light a cigarette
and start my new life
I will no longer be a stranger
in my own mind

A Disposal

You’re not relevant to my pain anymore
Give me the right to wallow
in absurdity again or I will take 
your rights from you
I’m tired of playing it safe
My reasoning is fool-proof
And you are the fool
The sadness of your lies is your undoing
They crumble under analysis
Your philosophies make you incapable
of love or any kind of respect
I’ve granted myself the right to judge you
You don’t realize the burdens
of your confessions
until it’s too late and
with the urgency of a child
I flush you away
And get on with my day

A Simple Judgement

You can't handle solitude.
Your surface is utterly unremarkable.
You have created nothing
Your identity is scattered in places you never wanted to be.
Your life is a map burned to ash. Nobody remembers you.
You cling to strange virtues like a life preserver

then abandon them when you need them most.
You wish for some kind of immediate apocalypse.

I hate you and I hate your poetry
I’m sick of your well calculated irony
Fuck you and your fancy phrases
Your use of imagery inspires boredom so thoughtfully!
Your attempts at humour inspire disgust
Enough with the melodrama and all those USELESS ADJECTIVES
Ohhhh…nice metaphor, asshole
You go through the usual range of emotions as my patience evaporates
I like to see you struggling to grasp a concept that is beyond your comprehension
I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were so SENSITIVE
Is life getting you down?
Your pain is the only thing that you have
Seeing your dull, sad expression makes me sick inside
Put down the pen
Throw the computer out the window
The world will be a better place

I sit here deprived of love while you talk about shape-shifting homeless evangelists and forging funeral invitations?
I sit here deprived of love while you talk about collecting burnt out televisions and filling your fridge with cigarette butts?
I sit here deprived of love while you talk about masturbating in the back seat of a hearse and harassing priests in some kind of purgatory?
I sit here deprived of love while you talk about your misfiring brain cells and destroying the transmission of hereditary genes?
I sit here deprived of love while you talk about middle-class cemeteries and the invisible fog corroding your brain?
I sit here deprived of love while you talk about the person at the checkout counter and the rehearsal for your next suicide attempt?
I sit here deprived of love while you talk about consumer trends and your favourite serial killer?
I sit here deprived of love while you deprive yourself of sitting here?
I deprive (you) of love while you SIT HERE?]]]
I love depriving (YOU?) ??????!!!!!!
I -----------<<< love {{‘’{,,&&&****----}}}
I ???------ <<<***!! am ))):::???----)))))!!!^^^^^!!!&&&
Where are all the goldfish?!? I am insane goddamnit! I'm tired of tuna! I want to fry up some goldfish! I want to terrify your children! I want a goddamn hot air balloon! I am living in a manufactured reality! I am the best judge of character in the universe! The skeleton's in my closet pile up at an unfortunate rate! How do I keep cheating death?!? I want to tattoo your face with the cover of People Magazine! I want to worship your psychiatrist! I have responsibility issues! I want to beat a corpse with a pillow! I want to eat a candle! I want to pretend to understand jazz and the environment! I want to shame you into admitting you're a shallow asshole! I want to burn your mortgage papers! I want to rob a bank with your dildo! I want to lick your whole body until I pass out from dehydration! I want to shave your head and eat your hair then drink a bottle of your expensive shampoo! I want to make a movie about your womb! I want to burn down your yoga studio! And then I will calmly find solace in the arms of a ten dollar hooker. Sigh. Where are all the goldfish?!?
True Purpose
I admire your integrity.
You'll never find what you're looking for
but many of us don't.
Nobody could ever accuse you of being boring
despite your faculties only being somewhat intact.
Some days it's war out there.
You will never be misled.
Your stubbornness won't allow it.
You are fully engaged in the moment.
The colour dances from your eyes as you speak.
You have a passion few can rival.
Your mind a weapon few can understand
and sometimes that's enough.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

70 Poems, etc...


 This is the place

 This is the place where the weak
 suffocate on love
 This is the place where centuries
 are learned and discarded in seconds
 This is the place where great minds
 discover infinity
 just before the madness sets in
 This is the place where chaos becomes order
 then back to chaos again
 This is the place where the highway dares you
 to get as far from home as possible
 and never look back
 This is the place where futility is a virtue,
 a problem no medication can solve
 This is the place where language
 does not exist

That’s How It Was

a torn flag
flapping in the wind
a testament to a far gone time
I witness this in silence
small tornadoes of leaves
dancing around my feet
there is peace here
plenty of open space
purity in the air
I can finally breathe easy
the delicate truth
guides me carefully
through the night
Tonight I will dream
like a child

Innocent and free
My happiness goes


Give me the unpredictable
Give me uncertainty
Give me chaos
I don’t want it
I need it
It’s my drug
Manipulate me
It gets me off
My suffering is provocative
A badge of honour
I wouldn’t have it any other way
I offer you plagiarized emotions
Something you can understand
Enslave me to your pathetic ideals
I’ll pretend to give a shit
I don’t want your spiritual cleansing
I don’t need to sanitize my disgust
Give me your death trip
You depend on that weakness
My will is bullet proof
Secretly I am laughing at you
Now shut the fuck up for a second
I’ve got debts to pay


She had an intriguing
innocence in her eyes
A beauty so fierce I knew
immediately it was forbidden
Everything she said was magic
She lived her life like a weapon
I knew she was a perfect master
of the matters of the heart
Seemingly untouched by suffering
Boldly alive in a corrupted world
Never to be spoiled
I imagined our minds together
I imagined our bodies together
But the reality of the situation was crushing
Like all the old vows that haunt me
Men go to war for less

Never be Broken

How to explain?
Another confused nocturnal dream hunter?
Memory failed by spiritual temptation
My trivial activity hurts nobody
Endless sky full of mystery
Never cared for luxury
The mind re-invigorated
Add some wit to your solitude
Keep it interesting
Hit me with some wisdom
Make it feel like magic
Never risk aimlessness
Break your mold of cowardice
The void is not built of neccesity
This is it
The only world that matters
Let us share our instincts
Without shame
Only righteousness
Watch me penetrate your very being
This appetite will never be broken
I want to scream my truth from mountaintops

What I Need

I predicted my own spiritual renewal
Although I never say goodbye without a struggle
Unwanted thoughts melted away into some kind of oblivion
I wasn’t put on this planet to welcome some propaganda machine
I simply don’t have the energy to play that game
I won’t turn my regrets into something ordinary
Your beauty will never be degraded in my eyes
I risked defeat at all costs for even the slightest chance at victory
I wanted everything I ever accomplished to fall at your feet
Mercy and love I needed in equal measure
I am insulted by every man who ever looked at you
Tell them to bring their lies
I am ready to fight for you
Your absence has given me time to strategize
And you can bet your life I won't be wearing my usual disguise

A Judgement

You use silence like a weapon
I have lost sleep over this
I am trying to complete myself
While you hide in the place where
the end of memory stagnates
The silence chooses you


A stranger in a familiar place?
The people who died here still haunt me
Where have they buried my truth?
It only makes sense somehow in dreams
Where I pay my respects beside every grave
Until they become corridors in a maze never completed
An old hunger that now seems anonymous
The knowledge of necessity strikes like lightning
This certainty used to have a permanent home
Now a mind divided like chopping wood
Odd ways to find the answers to abandonment
To find the strength to do what I always wanted in life
Complete and total empowerment
Soon you will come to understand this
In your eyes I can be anybody I want


A Contemplation

A journey that’s hardly heroic
Trapped in a moment with no explanations
Breaking out of a foggy dream state
To deal with the purity of rejection
Some things you can’t prepare for
Although the night brings a measure of solitude
Wondering about the things you missed out on
Wanting to confess to missed opportunity
Cleverness only gets you so far
I need a clear and proper view of this
metamorphosis into uncertainty
And not a mind shaken by a temporary paralysis
Although you still dance perfectly in my dreams
I was always scared by undignified imperfection

Let Me In

I want to be the drug that takes off your mask.
I want to destroy that ghost you see when you look in the mirror.
I want to extinguish the flames that burn at your pride.
I want to neutralize the poison in your mind and return your innocence.
I want to tear down the barriers that isolate you from your dreams.
I want to bury the old world for you.
I want to give you back control of your fate.
I want our minds to unite in one perpetual orgasm.
I want us to live again.


Is it all a sad
confusion dance?
I may abuse the
apathy cruise control
but behind your eyes
are dead highways to
and I have to be


Good luck easing your guilt
You’ve made the world rot
with your very existence
Those with the answers won’t help you
They have the same sickness
You laugh about the world’s end
The endless rumours of things
that never happened
An obsession with all that is ugly
Time to sleep and stop caring
The world can’t always be wrong
Risking death is what lives
deep inside of me
A limp dick of dangerous silence
without end
Come share it with me

Life's Complaints Department (get over it)

Take it out on me.
That’s what I’m here for.
Make me work for it.
Make me feel it.
Your relationship is dead.
I want you to spit bile.
You hate your kids.
Let your tongue be your weapon.
The mortgage payment is overdue.
Show me that desperation.
You got some bad news.
Prove to me your diamond hard anger.
You’re having car problems.
I want the blood to rush to your head.
I am the wall that absorbs the wreckage of your life.
I am your temporary enemy.
I am a sponge with a face.
I calmly roast in my own public hell.
Forsaken by my fragile identity.
The sweat soaks through my shirt.
An accidental pain junky.
Ready for another fix.

DISTORTED DISCOURSE part 2 (part 1 is on the post below.)

Rebirth of confused killers through media worship
Destruction of family dynamics by kindergarten logic
Control of mental growth through obscene knowledge
Release of intrusive emotions through unknowable euphoria
Realization of subconscious alienation by disturbed miracles
Exorcism of creative thought from detached monotony
Confirmation of spiritual decay through intentional neglect

Dream Images

shape-shifting homeless evangelists
forging funeral invitations
sodomizing burnt out televisions
while filling the fridge with cigarette butts
jerking off in the back seat of a hearse
and mocking nuns in purgatory
short-circuiting brain transmissions
by destroying the cycle of hereditary genes
avoiding middle class cemeteries
by staying isolated from consumer trends
flirting with that girl at the checkout counter
by penetrating her sly web of intrigue
suffering the brutality of jail for sublime thought crimes
while the killers talk of tomorrow…

Suicide Girl (for Charles Bukowski)

I'm talking with this
laid back sociopath
at a dive bar with cheap booze
and he tells me he's got
this scrawny jewish girl
obsessed with the holocaust
suffering in his bed
She asks him to lick
her suicide scars
then they get down to business
while he wonders
"If she's an atheist
why is she such a cold fuck?"
We laughed
Just thought I'd let you know

walking alone

the harsh wind
brought tears to my eyes
so I thought of something sad
it made sense at the time
and then I kicked a piece of trash
onto the road
for no reason at all
and thought of something happy

Martyrs   (written February 4th)

Is it too late to show the martyrs LOVE?
To soak their sadness in bleach awhile?
Will they never turn back?
The weight of desperate ideology
a magnet that pulls a heart
that lost one too many battles
For some kind of THRILL
For some kind of PURPOSE
Soaking their conscience in
a stranger’s blood
What do they have to lose?
What do they have to gain?
All they know is a sitcom existence,
empty pockets and pain
The weak attach to the strong
for a piece of the glory
Another dream dead
Another atrocity committed
Sounds like the same old story

Opinions (written February 11th)

Your conversation
just isn't interesting
like before
You're starting to sound
like rejected old folklore
Then again
my opinions aren't exactly
selling on the black market

Drunk in Parkdale

Parkdale explodes like a vicious rash
all over my body.
The darkness grabs me like a clumsy whore
Disguising me from what hides
among restless shadows.
Bad livers and forgotten fossils drift on by,
choking on the night.
Am I making sense of the madness
or madness out of the sense?
I can never decide.
So I laugh at myself,
stupid and hollow and wonder
What day of the weak
does Capital Punishment come to town?
And why am I, once again
playing the role of the Neanderthal clown?

Reckless Beauty

She was beautiful in a ruthless way
A punishing God's unholy creation
Taunting men with a brutal lack of conscience
The whole world was in love with her
and she couldn’t care less
So she went on with her charmed life
Goddammit, that girl was blessed with the
true nature of evil
and I loved her for it
But she'd just look away,
murdering me with her silence
To her, I was about as memorable
as a scrap piece of newspaper
being swept along in a dry summer breeze
Feeling her truth was PURE SUFFERING

 Accidental Love Poem

 At first sight
 your clothes fit you
 almost too well
 Did I see your eyes
 turn my way?
 Maybe I want a nice girl
 Are you out of my league?
 Can I penetrate your intrigue?
 So please walk by again
 Although it would look good
 if I’m not talking to you like this tonight
 Because I’m as good as lost
 when you are nearby


how many worlds of the imagination
can you explore
until you meet someone
who shows a little bit more


do not fear
your eventual death
all of your questions answered
after one final breath


you are just
another memory
that's going to
my dreams


I'm telling you
that your dreams
are so beautiful and pure
that I need to reach
a certain state of drunkenness
to even begin to fathom them
because they just don't
make much sense
in my world


the sick, the depraved, the desperate
all the scum in this
weary city
do not welcome them into your arms
throw them back into darkness
refuse to confront them in the midst of their ugliness
ignore the rotten smell of body and spirit
eating itself alive
if you show them kindness
they will latch onto you like a virus
and strip you bare
do not offer your mercy
do not offer your pity
throw them back into darkness
it's what they understand


images blur into each other
sounds melt together
past and future join together
into living shadows
hypnotized by time
an oath against
routine of consciousness
how many miracles am I
supposed to perform?
don't you worry about ethics

Unattainable Something

into nothing
out of nothing
nothing between the lines
metaphors that mimic nothing
imagery equal to nothing
nothing worth understanding
nothing worth knowing
nothing wasting my time
back to the beginning
because in the end 

the whole effect

from my balcony

plastic bag
stuck on a tree branch
wind filling it with air
fighting to remain
before its

Believe It

I'm a bit misguided
I sometimes neglect my appearance
My brain has been through 
blunt force trauma
I speak the language of regret
I overdose on my emotions
I use sarcasm because it
keeps me interested
I have a mild death wish
My enemies are usually
figments of my imagination
An aura of disaster occasionally
follows me around
What does not confuse me is desire
So keep your heart within reach
Because I'm coming for you like the PLAGUE

what a lame show

they were terrible, stupid lovers
insecure, ugly assholes
temporarily in luck
running from life
running from nothing
fucking in a field under the stars
the molested mutant pregnancy of
sickly hormones
performing a strange autopsy
of the imploding night sky

makes sense

you can focus on
the ugliness
or you can focus on
the beauty
or you could go
50 / 50
that way you don't
miss anything


I walk past
a dead rabbit
on the street
A cigarette butt
sticking out of its
slimy guts

The image
burned in my
Never seen a
roadkill ashtray
Somebody’s idea
of postmodern art?
Or some simple
unsure of the
he’s made

 The Scene

 I end up at the same
 trendy bar that I tried to avoid
 in high school
 Same old songs
 Same old people
 Same old shit
 The usual boring melodrama
 Everyone trying to look like they belong
 Jocks showing off with obedient women in tow
 Obnoxious DJ’s and drunken sing alongs
 It’s too loud to talk to anyone
 A girl with a mini skirt brushes by me with that
 vacant, hard to get look in her eyes
 Or maybe she’s just incredibly stupid
 I try to make my way to the washroom and almost
 puke in disgust after being overwhelmed
 by the potent mix of cologne and perfume
 I drink and drink but the ugliness can’t hide
 After awhile I give up and play
 hard to get as I walk out into
 the indifferent night


 I looked up
 from my chair
 on the balcony
 and saw a seagull
 casually flying by,
 letting the wind be
 their guide
 I thought to myself
 'They're actually very
 graceful birds
 when their mouths
 are shut
 and they're
 not shitting


I find your
vaguely charming
Your flaws are starting
to grow on me
Always at odds with
your existence
Set adrift in a
mediocre world
with poor coping
We both have needs
after all
However dull and
unempowering our
desire is
It is still desire

The Great Stink of Existence

Defense mechanisms eroding.
Body weakening under the abuse.
Character flaws on course for collision.
Suppressed emotions bubbling to the surface.
Leaning over the edge at an unsustainable angle.
Plague coming in impossible disguises.
Running from all that is ugly.
This grinning sin.
This burning skin.
Trying to break free from forced molds of cowardice.
Restoring a system of ideals that were used in childhood
to recognize impending dangers to pure states of indulgence.
The unlimited potential for misunderstanding.
Feel the lie.
Suffering in the wrong perspective.
Trying to find the balance.
I had thought of all these perfect things to say
but they don’t make sense anymore.

Melodramatic Bastard

Invite me
to your house
so I can 
all over your
pristine walls
until you feel
the desire
to pick up
the pen
and boldly
your individuality.

City of Filth

Upon entering the room
I climb silently onto the bed
and stomp on the pillows
with my filthy boots
caused by drifting aimlessly
through city streets.
Lay your head down
on your dirty pillow
Fall asleep
in this city of filth.

Mommy went Insane (thanks to CVB)

Once upon a time an ugly, wretched woman had a child
She locked him in his room and beat him senseless
Eventually her loneliness drove her insane
Her child grew older and became a man
He started to leave the house once in awhile
when Mom was babbling to herself
He found a girlfriend
He didn’t have much exposure to the world
He was confused by her love
But he decided it made him happy
Mom found out
She beat him severely
Made him bleed quite nicely
Broke his nose
Carved him up with a razor
Put him in the trunk
Drove him out to the country
Threw him on the road
Then she found his girlfriend
Mom poked her eyes out
Beat her with a tire iron
Broke her fingers
Drove her out to the country
Threw her on the road
She wandered blind for awhile
She heard her boyfriend sobbing
She went to him
Mom pulled up in her car
Clutching a shotgun,
she shot them both dead
in each other’s arms
The End.

A girl asked me

A girl asked me what I want out of life
I want blinding love
I want plentiful orgasms
I want to exploit the alphabet
I want to confuse a religion
I want to encourage a masochist
I want to suck back a little darkness
I want to start a cult
I want to deconstruct my identity
I want my dreams to be pure again
I want my childhood belief in dignity
I want to stay healthy despite questionable behaviour
I want to learn from your mistakes
I want some kind of desperate salvation
I want to have an opinion on everything
I want to get my laundry done
And eventually, I want death


 I dove into
 perfect flesh
 Under the blanket of night
 everything was quiet
 It felt like we were the only ones
 I felt invincible
 A tingling sensation
 crawled up my spine
 Giving my brain a lesson
 that love is stronger than lust
 Lust fades
 Tidal waves of energy
 This is what freedom feels like
 Any demon that still mattered to me
 was calmly pacified
 Perfection was what I got
 without even asking
 I could feel my heartbeat
 in my head
 The years I had wasted
 meant nothing
 I claimed my territory
 like a rabid dog
 and silently delivered
 on the unspoken promise
 All of a sudden I was
 everything she ever wanted
 The night slipped into magic
 And that was good enough for me

 Flirting With Madness

 Who the hell is Kevin C. Pearce?
 Did he go deep undercover?
 What is he, some sort of rogue?
 Is he abusing sedatives again?
 Is he the hunter or the hunted?
 Is his heart breaking on the instalment plan?
 What kind of debauchery is this?
 Are we supposed to believe him
 when he has so many secrets?
 The mind shivers at the thought
 Too late for mistakes
 Too early for the song and dance
 His soul stabilized by death threats in dreamland
 The telephone will be today’s chosen weapon
 Paranoid cults, drugs in the food
 Roaming scared in dangerous foreign lands
 Coded blasphemy for a noisy world
 Some days my brain is on fire
 The executioner is off today
 Give him a break
 He has the same sickness as the rest of us
 Give him your last words
 Wrap up your entire life in a sentence
 Keep visiting that gravesite until
 the guilt becomes manageable
 Goddamn memory bringing up a past
 I can’t quite handle right now
 Keep that cyanide tab in your shoe
 Some people can’t stomach the violence
 Their ignorance is what keeps them alive
 Put your fast food flag away for another day
 Burn your favourite book, consume the ashes
 I wonder, how much of your hatred is self-taught?
 Ancient sorrows dragged through the mud
 How much chaos can you handle?
 The greatest danger was believing your lies
 Although your nightmares showed great promise
 It seems nobody knows what an innocent world looks like
 It’s the slaves that make the best dancers…


Give me a moment
while I think of the things
I will never speak out loud
Give me a moment
while you stand there
burning and glowing
fully engaged
in my mind as
my heart withdraws
into itself
The problem is believing the
truth in your eyes
How very brave of you
Let me rescue you from chaos
if you’ll do the same for me
It seems I’m all dressed up
in a dreamless world
A simple mask
hides my gutless pride
Another ritual funeral dance
A martyr looking for a cause
for love crimes that make sense
until committed to memory
It is easy to see
I am ruled by desire


shivering behind rotting dumpsters
staring at grotesque shadows
making filthy noises
unworthy of any sort of
the unmistakable stench
of lost opportunity
an infatuation with failure
and the squalor that follows
the wrong side of insanity
grinning poverty
flickering streetlights
the wrong alleyway
I hear a window shatter
there are no victims here
just people who made choices
dying in front of my eyes
but everything
seems as it should be
when you go
straight to the source
time is dwindling fast
feel the honesty of a cell
you know you’ve fallen far
when nightmares comfort you
and all you have left is a
warm, sweaty pillow

A Day I Can’t Forget

It was a day of
unusual intensity
Everything amplified
They attach themselves
to my consciousness
like rabid mosquitos
sucking on blood
then continue on their way
Unaware of the damage caused
They wanted something from me
Something I don't have to give
Enough to send any sane man
How fast can I get home?
I felt disoriented
Didn’t know where to turn
How many times can you
regret one decision?
The witnesses didn’t even


Enough with the
crisis bondage
A simple apology
for unfreezing your
weakest assets
Taunting gravity with
spinning wheels
Some kind of security
in the heart
makes a whole lot of sense
What’s the motive?
Let’s forgive the forgotten
It could be an ugly extinction
God wants his penis back
Don’t ask


don't try to
to tear yourself apart
I took you away from chaos
I rescued you
you rescued me
eternity was a promise
no more bitterness
for the wasted years
old sorrows are merely echoes
of a past life
how can I explain?
no need
you already know
my words cannot express
the enormity of inner distance
that you effectively
dismantled in me
it feels almost divine
something in you
I never expected
no need to go back
to fantasy
I worship at your altar

Futility (from the archives)

How many dreams
do I have left?
I tried to mold
into something
they are not
as the rain melts away
the remaining scraps
of today's promise
I shed a silent tear
for a ghost
and wait for an
that never comes


beyond shadows
a new conception
an enormity
of emotion
I can’t express
stars explode
from my heart
this is a bold
adding a certain
depth to unknowable
forsaken by
a timely ritual
not yet understood
darkness pushes me away
to a dreamstate of
civilized innocence
my transfigured
is left to devour


I hate writing
about writing but
sometimes it
seems unexceptional
too many
clichéd emotions
too much
should I forgive myself
or forgive my audience?
time marches through the
I try to contemplate
the impact
of the night
I make my final
attempt to exploit
with precision
The pen hesitates…


how do you start a
when Man’s lack of
is such a pathetic
and merely
a form of


How many people
ruined by love?
Regret weighing heavy
on cramped minds
Dealing with the mundane
in an almost dream-like state
The heart withdraws into itself
A trembling cocoon of sadness
over missed opportunities
A feedback loop convincing that
the future won’t be any better
Grasping at some unreachable principle
to try to lessen the burden
The burden of being alone

For Elizabeth

May you forever burn free
in the glowing sunlight of my mind
Take in the universe with a single breath
Dress yourself in my dreams
Feel the birth of my desire
Dance to the rhythm of our passion
My heart is a magnet for you

For Elizabeth

Perfect skin
All soft curves
Devotion in our eyes
Our passion a river
We swim with grins
on our faces
to a distant shore
Hot breath in the night
We take the poison
from each other
and feast on the antidote
Old vows forgotten
Our dreams wrapped up tight
in each other’s arms
We walk through a
gallery of ghosts
towards ecstasy
Our gift to each other
a simple absolution

Despised Rituals

The top priority
A simple corruption
Extortion of the highest order
Giving labels to absurd enemies
for protection of the righteous
Another confused martyr rots on a
mutilated cross of his own making
Whispered death threats re-writing history
Repay your debt with the
weapon of your choosing
The direction you are facing is
regret and death
A certain kind of social suicide
The end of the line
The empty shell casings lose their warmth
At least make it look pretty

The Library

I go to the library
on a cold, windy day
I smile at people
They smile back
It's a simple process
It makes sense to people
Some days it makes
sense to me
I wonder if these people are happy
I wonder if I am happy
At the library I open a
random book
I read the first sentence
and the last sentence
then wander home
and imagine the rest


I am fighting time
with my bare hands
and losing
but what I lose
in decay
I make up for
in strength
adrenaline screams
in my head
victory pulses
through my veins
this is why I push
my will to its limit
this is what pain
has taught me

Some Kind of Manifesto

Conformity is my pedestal
It is an automatic response
Coded in my DNA
Stamped on my brain cells
And yet still I fight it
Every step of the way
I’ve still got my pride
My well rehearsed indifference
My stubborn identity
My bored alienation
Pain is my motivation
Feed me your lies
I get off on it
Bring me a mountain of bullshit
I’m getting used to it
I’m not going out like a
Goddamned statistic
I’m sure the vultures above
don’t care either way
They just want me


I’ll get around to it
It will be done eventually
Soon it will happen
It is a mystery I want to solve
I promise I’m working on it
It needs to get done
I hope I can do it
It might take awhile
There are things that are distracting me
I might need some advice on this
This is an unavoidable situation
It requires a certain amount of focus
Tomorrow sounds good
I’ll keep it in mind
I’ll do it when I feel like it
I’m really good at making excuses
This needs a certain dedication
This is quite a task
It might be more than I can handle
I’m not sure if I can do this
Do I have what it takes?
I’m starting to doubt myself
The outcome is improbable
This is starting to stress me out
Should I make time for this?
How important is it?
Maybe I’m just the victim in all this
It could be somebody else’s problem
Let’s go with that and call it a day


The way it fell from the heavens
Into my outstreched hand
Made me a believer
Just for a second
Your God is a weapon


My unknowable mark
on history
My undefinable mark
on people
My untraceable mark
on flesh
My temporary and confident
disappearing acts
A simple escape from the
shapelessness of time
It puts me in touch with my senses
Someday I, too, will be forgiven


I steal myself back
from her glances
My quivering voice
leaves me stranded
in the moment
I blow a kiss through
chattering teeth
All for nothing
Tonight I will get high
off the shadows
dancing on my wall
Giving form to silence
Maybe something more
dangerous perhaps?
Today I'm done with risk
It’s all rhetoric to me


Watch how obedient I can be
What does your desire look like?
It confuses me
I know the impact you have on people
I grant you the privilege of my jealousy
I hope you will surrender to my envious ways
I use strategy to overcome the pain of the past
I don’t need an audience for a simple burial
Let that teach you something
I’d still like to show you my scars
Now let me teach you something about temptation
How I have heard that you are forbidden
I may have the hands of a beggar
But I have learned to be brave in my obedience
If it be so, and I am discarded, I will go quietly
My humility is my purest asset

Some People

Some people fight demons
they were never meant to understand
Some people live in chronic pain,
every movement thrown into chaos
Some people live their life
while others imagine it
Some people never had
the luck to begin with
Some people can’t stop
thinking about death
Some people never get
a good night’s sleep
Some people don’t have
a prayer to give or a soul to take
Some people climb mountains
Look for me there


You don’t believe in angels
Too abstract for your liking
Your love is always conditional
You are obvious to yourself
Dreams explode from your head in sleep
If only you believed in them
You never give up on regret
It keeps you somewhat entertained
You are a hostage to your oblivion
And that suits you just fine
I accept your pain
Even though you never explain
I’m not interested in immortality either
My ego failed me long ago
I want to steal your life and make it mine
Wake up with you next to me
Because I am tired of counting days
Until my life makes sense
Until I find something beautiful again
Because it hasn’t found me in awhile
This is not a negotiation


This is about the madness and the chaos
This about the diseased minds of man
This is about the rage and the ruin
The unending riot of stupidity and failure
The melting pot of our unforgivable sins
Being afraid of your own mind
Chanting hymns of another grotesque massacre
Swollen, rotting, decaying plagues of hysteria
Unending guilt, shame and regret
The nasty debts that demand to be settled
The endless wars have failed us
You can almost taste the sickness
What have you done with all things beautiful?
Your hypocrisy has cast a giant shadow
Don’t be fooled by well dressed assassins
Your broken dreams have a knife at your throat
I can only hope that someday only the beautiful will survive
The beautiful in spirit
The beautiful in words
The beautiful in truth

Out of Focus

We move like shadows
Manipulating time with our frozen dreams
There is too much to regret here
No signs of life
You took the only truth that’s left
Yet still we fight through our exile
In search of our elusive desires
Foggy insomnia grasping at clarity
The words we will never speak


It is your fault
You didn’t try hard enough
You can’t escape the blame
Your shortcomings are obvious
Your potential is being wasted
Why do you keep fighting battles you can’t win?
Admit that you are guilty
I’m not telling you anything you don’t know
You didn’t fight hard enough
You are truly lost
Your will is weak and tired
Your eyes look empty
Your aura says HOPELESS
You bore me
Who are you trying not to impress?
Stand in line with the dead
Because it’s the only direction you will be led

Another Predictable Night (written sometime in 1996, re-edited)

Zoned out on the subway
Approaching last call
The early drunks surround me
Bodies like dead puppets
Barely awake
Petty laughter
Another slow-motion chaos ride
With the rumble beneath me
The dull hum of progress
Trying not to pay attention
There are too many humans for my taste
I try to think of the right things
I feel like a minor tragedy
Frail and beaten
The guts of the city fly by
I am unrecognizable to myself
I am in some sort of trance
I have something to say to every doctor on earth
“Find me a drug that works.”
I realize there are some dark themes at work here but this is how I unload my baggage and unwind.

Old Love Poem

I don't care about
the universe
the galaxy 
the solar system
These words mean nothing to me
I'm through with contemplation
I want to be your good piece of heaven
I need something from your heart in return
Sometimes I may need you to be strong for me
Your eyes against me make me wonder
Has anyone told you different?
Tell them to get out of my way

 Let Me Explain (from the archives)

 Take my heart
 out of this desert
 and lead me to the flood
 Help me dream again
 I am saying this because
 I am desperate
 I will burn my possessions for you
 I will cast off society and be
 a beggar for you
 I will live under a bridge for you
 Under all those people who aren’t dying
 because of your silence
 I’ll be the sinner and the saint
 Whichever you prefer
 You’ve already made me a coward
 I understand why some drink until
 their liver explodes
 I’ve often reached that depth
 But something always pulls me out
 This time it has to be you
 My imagination is useless without you
 Because I want you here, now
 My words are empty without you
 A ghost town
 I promise I will tell you everything about
 how I came to be this way
 How my entire life has been leading up
 to you
 Know that I am righteous
 My corpse will be waiting

My New Apartment (from the archives)

Even in daylight
every room is dark
the ghosts of dead junkies
roam the hallway
the walls are speechless
the fridge is committing suicide
the bathtub needs a victim
the toilet is beautiful
the neighbours are boring assholes
It may not be paradise
but it has given me new life
and the writing continues
with reckless abandon

The Triumph of Degradation (from my shock value days in the mid 90's)

a fresh start
a new hunger
a vicious and voracious appetite...
you understand
you can smell the fear
sharpen your axe
inhale the madness
committed to learning all the sins
everything has a purpose
anything can kill
another meeting held by cultural terrorists
testicles shudder at the sheer horror of it all
prosecute...execute...bury and piss on
refuse to moralize or analyze
keep the charade going FOREVER
now tell me
what's it going to be?
a hero's epitaph or a fool's siren song?
stop waiting for the prophet's handshake
he sold you out and left you
with memories of childhood spent in dream land
"Shut up" he says
"This gravesite is sacred...MIND YOUR MANNERS."
Atheists and Christians wait for the next city burning
Their kingdoms, ash.

this poem co-written with Sam Geezer

spread my evil around (also mid 90's)

won't you come down from your
drug and booze hit parade
for a moment
so we can discuss something important
so I can spread my evil around
and gently steer the conversation
between reality and fantasy
to complete my perfect vision
so we can join the others in an
orgy of madness
in this drugged out paradise of
numb regret
where is your beauty now?
our heartbeat's echo off the walls
like gunshots
as my eyes adjust to your darkness
you apologize for being selfish
for only thinking of your orgasms
as your womb eats itself


She sits by the window and says a silent prayer for her daughter to call. She can’t stand knitting anything anymore. She sits with her pot of coffee and her cigarettes and tries to ignore the sound of the neighbour’s lawnmower. Her faded dress is marked with coffee stains and burn holes. A little caffeine buzz won’t hurt. She had drank seven cups just to feel something. She isn’t sure what exactly. Life just isn’t that interesting anymore. The cat puke is starting to smell. A turkey rots on the dusty kitchen table. The newspapers lay in a pile on the verge of collapse. Unread. A cockroach makes its way quickly up her arm as Oprah casually starts another spiritual cult for the independent woman on the television. They may as well be talking in a foreign language. Faith won’t visit the forgotten today but sleep will come. Tomorrow, more of the same and nobody to blame.

Another Desperate Junky (fiction)

Thinkin about the pipe. Woke up on the floor. All is pipe. Hustle for pipe. Gonna cut my throat if I can’t fill my FUCKIN PIPE. Bitch took my last money and ran. Search the goddamn apartment. Roaches and bottles and empty pipes. No money. Out the door. First fuckin stupid face gets it. Knock the fucker straight off his legs. Watch him fall. Face hits the concrete. Empty thud. Right pocket. Wallet in hand. Grab his cell phone. Run like a motherfucker. Gonna get set up. Dealer says go. Run five blocks like unbelievable. Bang on the door. Bitch answers. Big surprise. See bro suckin pipe at kitchen table. Hug the fucker with tears in my eyes. Drop money. Hit on pipe. Tears come again. Relief. Massage my mind. Massage my spine. Massage my fuckin stupid guts. Stress whores gone. In the zone. Fuckin holy fuck. Shit is BUTTER.

JAIL - fiction

Got thrown in jail. No letters, no visits, no cigarettes. Nothing. Nobody around to care. A goddamn living hell. Inmates eyeing me down in the shower. Flexing their muscles with stupid grins on their stupid faces. Letting me know I was nothing. A piece of meat. Waving their dicks around like they know some goddamn thing. When the fists start flying nobody cares. Cowards. I’ve hit rock bottom and I never could have imagined the trouble I see. They say only after you’ve lost everything are you free to do anything. It’s a goddamn lie. You’re paralyzed by the fear. The way these people look at you you’d think death had its hand up their ass, manoeuvring them like some goddamn puppet. People do desperate things when love isn’t part of the equation. Most of these turds have never read a book in their life. Clueless idiots. I’m sick of seeing the hate in their eyes. Just get it over with and kill me if you have to. You’d be doing me a favour. Just try to make it as painless as possible. Either do it or just get out of my face. There’s this big dude with brain damage. Whenever he attempts to explain something he just repeats “It is what it is and it’s not what it is not.” That’s more or less the extent of his vocabulary. In some strange way I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. My cellmate gets bored and farts in my face when I’m trying to sleep. He’s human garbage. He’s a slimy piece of shit who should have been flushed at birth. He’s in here because he took some guy’s head off with a machete and stabbed him in the heart about thirty times. Real charming prick. He comes from scum. He’s a trick baby. His mother was a junkie hooker. The guards look at me like I just threw dog shit at them. Respect doesn’t exist. I want out. I want a lot of things. I don’t have a prayer. I’m gonna get stabbed. I can feel it. I don’t even care anymore. Enough writing. Let’s agree to put an end to this right now.

Dear _____________,

Look, I think it’s about time I just came out and said it. You are the most boring person I have ever met. You call yourself a writer but you have no life in you. Get some fucking life in you. You consistently manage to drain all the energy and rhythm out of the English language and this is an immense, unspeakable crime for a writer. Assault the reader’s intelligence. Keep them on the edge. There’s no danger, no excitement. I couldn’t give a shit about your cats and your fucking laundry. Quit being the bride of Christ and loosen up your values. Take a chance. I mean, where are you heading with your life? What are you hiding from? Are you going to show up at your parent’s house naked and crawl back inside the womb? Good luck with that. The womb is over. Just looking in your eyes disgusts me. Dull, dull, dull. It’s a fucking disaster. Your life is a quiet “Oh, shit…I better not have an original thought or people won’t like me” failure. Enough out of your stupid mouth. You are the defender of the mundane. Your life is smoke and mirrors and until you learn to inhale the smoke and smash the mirrors you are a horror of waste. A whore of waste. You are truly lost. Don’t tell me you cried for an hour, stared at a vase of dead roses and wrote a poem. It gets old. Go jerk off your psychiatrist. In the name of decent, productive suffering I banish you from the kingdom of my mind.


It is important to remember that your relationship to the universe is quite boring so let’s not talk about your spirituality. You don’t eat meat. Don’t tell me why. I will most definitely get bored. Yes, I forgot to notice that you’re eccentric. Very, very eccentric. Frightening. Wait at the back of the line. Yes, you are very politically aware. Write a song about it. Everybody can hold hands while I masturbate in the corner of the room. I’m feeling a bit bored. Yes, I agree that you’re very creative. You continue to find new ways to bore me. No, do not publish your poetry. Burn it quickly and methodically. You talk too much. I have nightmares about people like you with your immortal vocal chords. OK. I admit it. It’s all a pose. I am afraid of you. People like you have the capacity to destroy me. It builds very slowly and now I can no longer stand it. I secretly admire you. I am the frightened child and you are the adult wielding endless power. I’m still bored, though. Can I go now?

INNOCENCE (first paragraph true, the rest fiction)

  She had no idea. We were both sixteen. Me, with my awkward teenage body. Nervous smile. Her, flawless. Perfect skin. The most beautiful face I could ever hope to imagine. A body that alternately made me wish I was dead and gave me some kind of perverted faith. She was in my swimming class. We never talked. I just watched her every move, trying to understand. I thought about her constantly. Eventually I started dating but she was always there, lingering in the back of my mind. Soon after high school I moved to the big city to play the survival game.
  Fast forward. Age twenty-one. Locked up in a psychiatric ward after a four day manic episode that pretty much destroyed any reality I still thought existed. And there she was. Dressed in a hospital gown, biting her nails. A vision. I felt a shot of pure adrenaline send waves through my body. I stared at her for awhile. She didn’t seem to mind. After some kind of deliberation, I went over and sat down beside her. We finally talked. It turns out she had a nervous breakdown at school. Cracked up in the fast lane. She was taking a philosophy degree. She seemed depressed but to me it was pure radiance. We unloaded our burdens onto each other with a desperate passion reserved for the mentally ill. We connected so perfectly that I was sure my heart would stop. Something had to go wrong. But nothing did.
  We were released from the psych ward six days after our first encounter there. She stayed with me in my basement apartment just outside downtown. I was stable on medication and my love for her gave me an understanding of life that I hadn’t believed possible. True happiness. She settled in well. The first ten days we lived together we hardly spent a moment apart. She decided to go back to school part-time. I decided to get a job.
  Thursday evening. 6:48 pm. I arrive home after a long day of job hunting. I hear her favourite song coming from the bathroom. I knock on the door. No answer. I knock louder and call out her name. Nothing. I feel a shot of panic laced adrenaline surge through my body. I break down the door and see her feet sticking out of the bathtub. The water’s red. In a split second I pull her naked, bleeding body out of the tub and feel her pulse. I scream. I scream again. The song…my head throbs. I scream so loud I cough up blood. I smash the CD player on the bathroom sink. The song stops.
The sun highlights the dust coming through the window. Am I a piece of dust? The connection between mind and body has been severed. I hear my name. Someone is standing over me. A shot of adrenaline passes through my body.
“She’s dead.” I say. My voice sounds like a breaking window.
“What? Who’s dead?”
“___________. The girl I met here a couple of weeks ago. She’s dead.”
“There hasn’t been anybody here with that name. You’ve been here for three weeks now. You are ill.”
“Fuck you. She’s DEAD.”
I stare at the ugly face looking down at me. My mind is ravaged by psychosis. I start to cry. Innocence is over. I lost.

The Experiment

Agent 23 has gone missing. Degraded and perhaps destroyed by his own people. Last time we saw him he was lost in shadow. He could have gone rogue. The operatives want to know what secrets he is keeping. Give him the oblivion brain scan. “We must preserve the status quo.” These people move so fast the eye can’t see it. Glory over repentance. Believe it. What kind of disease are they selling on the corner today? Any type of wisdom ends up in the gutter. They look at your genetics as a threat. Another reckless martyr sold out for capitalist hysteria. “We must protect our pharmaceutical assets.” Another boring conspiracy on display for those who are plugged into the grid. You could at least keep yourself clean when in the company of tyrants. How do you define this intolerance? Who ultimately gains from this? "Answers people! You’re paid to deliver ANSWERS." Watch them slowly lower the oxygen levels. Abandon your logic. It just doesn’t work around here. When pressured all they think about is their genitals anyway. I hope you’re healthy, it will take time to deconstruct this mess. Engage them in conversation. You will see. Completely transparent fools obsessed with broken identities suffocating on information. They have the temperament of sewer rats but the work ethic of mules. And they win every time.